The Holy Trinity

 

I ascended to a majestic mountain

Above the radiant gold of a Cathedral Dome

Where at its gilded height,

There rose a massive, triumphant, wooden cross

Adorned with a purple shroud

Which glistened like a diamond in the celestial light.

At the summit of the emerald peak

There was a garden there,

All its dappled blooms swayed in the paradisial air,

Bathed in jasmine, jade, ambers and brown.

In the center of the bower there was a square,

Made of solid marble where rose a fountain.

A violet breeze gently did toss

The quivering lilies, which to my eye seemed meek,

And precious to behold.

And from the zenith of that Court

The Father sat on a throne of humility,

And to His right, eternally begotten,

From the light

Of a clear blue stream,

His Son rejoiced, sharing in His Divinity,

Wearing a simple robe of white,

Adorable beyond all beauty.

And preceding from The Father and His Son,

One with The Godhead, as God is One,

The Holy Spirit received their love

In the form of a well,

In the spirit of a dove.

He reciprocated in kind

To the Father, and through Him, to the Son,

In a wonderful wise.

For He ascended the mount

In the form of a rising stream,

Returning to The Father’s bosom,

As the cherubs circled them,

Each one’s wings glimmering in a diamond beam. 

And so goes the infinite merry-go-round,

Made of love alone

And only love.

I walked upon the courtyard beneath cedar trees above,

In a cloister made of stone,

Clad with vine.

And I knelt in praise

As the Heavenly Host

Anointed my brow with wine.  

(From Eternal Verse By John Lars Zwerenz)